Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Well--"

For a long time after that, Ling Chi did not teach Xiao Huang Rong cooking skills. Xiao Huang Rong called him "good brother" thousands of times, but he still did not teach her. So, in a fit of pique, Xiao Huang Rong called him "Uncle Ling" again, and has continued to do so to this day.

The two had been estranged for almost three years before finally reaching an understanding after Feng Heng personally visited the island to plead their case. Two years ago, thirteen-year-old Huang Rong resumed her culinary studies with Ling Chi.

Under Ling Chi's dedicated tutelage, Huang Rong has now mastered over a hundred white-label recipes, demonstrating her exceptional talent.

However, Ling Chi has no intention of teaching her the blue recipes yet. There are more than 10,000 white recipes, enough for her to study for ten years. Moreover, she also needs to learn martial arts, culture, and miscellaneous knowledge from Huang Yaoshi, so she can't focus solely on learning cooking.

Ling Chi planned to teach her the Blue Recipe after recruiting her. Right now, the most important thing was to ensure she had the ability to protect herself, otherwise she would be a hindrance when she traveled the heavens with him and Shuang'er.

Ling Chi has decided to give the second kitchen helper position to Xiao Huang Rong.

Huang Rong's culinary talent is so high, it's astonishing. It would be a miracle if they didn't take her on as their kitchen helper.

……

"It's all Dad's fault." Little Huang Rong pouted, "He insisted I learn the White Python Whip Technique before he could come over." As she spoke, she hugged Ling Chi's arm and giggled, "Uncle Ling, did you miss me?"

"Yes, yes! I've missed you so much." Ruffling Huang Rong's hair, Ling Chi smiled and asked, "How many days will you stay this time?"

"Dad gave me a ten-day break, and I have to learn three dishes during these ten days!" Huang Rong said, clenching her little fist.

"You're aiming too high." He flicked her forehead with his finger and scolded her with a laugh, "It's good enough if you can learn two, let alone three! You're just asking for trouble!"

"I don't care, I want to learn three skills anyway." Huang Rong shook his arm and said coquettishly, "Uncle Ling, you teach me."

Ling Chi said helplessly, "I'll do my best."

As they spoke, the small boat had already passed through the mist and docked on the shore of Wuchang Island.

"Uncle Ling, how did you make this island-protecting formation? Teach Rong'er too!" Huang Rong said excitedly as she jumped onto the island and looked at the environment that was previously shrouded in thick fog but was now clear blue sky.

“I can teach you, but array formations are not like cooking. Setting up such a large array would take several months just for the operation, not to mention learning the theoretical knowledge. It would take at least ten or eight years to master it. Are you sure you want to learn?” Ling Chi asked with a smile.

"Uh, I think I'll learn to cook first!"

Huang Rong sniffed, hugged his arm, and chuckled, "You came at the perfect time today; I can smell the barbecue."

"Little glutton."

……

"Miss Rong is here!"

"Hello, Miss Rong!"

Upon seeing Huang Rong, the maids all stood up to greet her.

"Hello, fruit ladies." Huang Rong greeted them with a smile.

Like Ling Chi, Huang Rong initially had trouble distinguishing their names, so she simply called them all "Fruit Sisters," which was both simple and prevented any mistakes.

"Sister Shuang'er, Rong'er missed you so much!" After greeting her, Huang Rong pounced on Shuang'er, who had just stood up, and rolled around on the grass with her face pressed against hers: "Hehe, you're so small, Sister Shuang'er is still the most fun."

Shuang'er: "..."

In recent years, as Huang Rong has grown up, she has discovered that Shuang'er is a very fun toy. Because she is always so petite, kissing, hugging, and lifting her up is no problem at all. Especially when she is cuddled and rolled around in her arms or sleeping with her, it feels like having a pet in her arms, which is especially comfortable.

Shuang'er let Huang Rong hold her and roll around on the grass, looking utterly hopeless.

"Rolling around again? Get up, your clothes are all dirty." Ling Chi laughed and scolded, but seeing Huang Rong still rolling around with Shuang'er in her arms, his face hardened: "If you don't get up, I'll send you back to Peach Blossom Island right now."

Huang Rong reluctantly let go of Shuang'er, got up, and patted the grass clippings and dirt off her clothes: "Oh dear, my clothes are all dirty."

"It's all his own fault." Ling Chi sat down in front of the barbecue grill: "Eat first, then take a shower and change your clothes."

"Hey!" Huang Rong skipped over to Ling Chi's side, looked at the ingredients, and asked, "Is it all meat? Why not roast some vegetables?"

"Isn't there fruit here!" Ling Chi pointed to the fruit basket: "You've come at the perfect time. The cherries and strawberries are ripe. Have a taste."

"Okay!" Huang Rong wiped her hands on her clothes, picked up the strawberries and cherries, and stuffed them into her mouth.

"Mmm, it's both sour and sweet, delicious."

……

After spending half an hour enjoying a delicious outdoor barbecue, Huang Rong dragged Shuang'er to play in the pool.

Lingchi built an open-air pool on the island, with a length and width of over fifteen meters. It was filled with fresh water and had a depth of one to one and a half meters, making it the perfect place to escape the summer heat every year. It was late May, and the weather was getting hotter. Huang Rong and Shuang'er removed their restraints and jumped into the water with a splash, swimming happily.

"Ah, this feels so good!" Huang Rong swam around twice before sitting down to rest by the pool. "This is the best place. A few years ago, I always told Father to build a pool on Peach Blossom Island, but he said there were too many people and too much attention on the island, so it wasn't suitable to build one. Tch, old-fashioned."

Shuang'er looked at Huang Rong's rather impressive figure and fell silent.

Chapter Seventeen: Huang Rong's Sister

"Wang Wang Wang-"

At noon, the dogs that patrolled the island returned, wagging their tails and running towards Huang Rong, circling around her and begging to be petted.

"Hehehe, Big Yellow, have you gotten fat?"

"Ouch! Little White, you're hurt!"

"Little Grey, stop fooling around. If you bite my skirt again, I'll stew you up and make you a snack with my drinks."

"..."

Huang Rong was happily teasing the dog when Ling Chi tapped the iron basin with a large iron spoon: "Time to eat!"

hula-

All the dogs rushed towards the kennel, each carrying a small iron bowl, and ran desperately towards Lingchi, lining up to receive their food in a very conscientious manner.

"General ran the fastest today, so I'll give you two extra pieces of meat." Ling Chi gave a medium-sized dog with a pure black body, yellow limbs, yellow fur around its mouth, and two yellow circles above its eyes a full meal, and added two extra pieces of meat.

"Woof—" The general wagged his tail happily and lowered his head to enjoy his meal.

Except for the general, all dogs that rank in the top three will receive two pieces of meat as a reward, the top ten will receive one piece, the middle ones will receive no more and no less, and the bottom ten dogs will only get enough to eat, but will not be able to get any more meat.

This is also the reward and punishment mechanism that Ling Chi researched. These dogs have been trained for many years and have developed a competitive spirit. Whenever they eat, they run like crazy so that Ling Chi can distinguish which dogs are the fastest.

Besides meals, there are other reward and punishment mechanisms, which will not be listed here.

"That's so nice!" Even though she had seen it many times, Huang Rong still looked envious every time she saw such a scene: "I really want to raise a dog too."

"That's easy." Ling Chi chuckled as he served the dog food. "Just convince your dad."

"If I could persuade him, I would have done so already." Huang Rong pouted, squatting on the ground angrily rubbing the dog's head: "Uncle Ling knows that Dad hates dogs the most."

Yes, Huang Yaoshi hates dogs.

Ling Chi only learned about this when she started raising dogs on the island. It is said that Huang Yaoshi was bitten by a dog when he was a child, and ever since then he has hated dogs. Although he did not become a dog-killing maniac, he would not allow even half a dog to exist on his Peach Blossom Island.

In contrast, Huang Rong fell in love with the dogs after seeing them, especially after Ling Chi trained them to be very obedient and disciplined, which made her love for the dogs even stronger.

She had pleaded countless times to take her two puppies back to Peach Blossom Island, but each time Huang Yaoshi, who loved his daughter dearly, ruthlessly refused. This caused a long period of estrangement between father and daughter. It wasn't until Huang Rong realized that Huang Yaoshi truly couldn't accept it, and with Feng Heng's mediation, that the cold war gradually ended.

But because of this, Huang Rong's feelings for Huang Yaoshi are not as deep as in the original novel, and she becomes increasingly close to Ling Chi, her cooking teacher.

Compared to Huang Yaoshi, Ling Chi is witty, humorous, and erudite. Not only does she cook delicious food, but she also always finds ways to make her happy. If it weren't for Huang Yaoshi's doting fatherly nature preventing her from staying here for too long, she would have wanted to stay on Wuchang Island forever.

“If we can’t persuade him,” Ling Chi clenched his fist, “we’ll use our fists to make him submit.”

"..."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes: "Uncle Ling can beat my father, but I can't."

“You have only yourself to blame,” Ling Chi scolded. “If you had practiced your skills properly since you were young, and with the magical effects of the dishes I taught you, you would have beaten your father long ago.”

"Practicing martial arts is tiring!" Huang Rong pouted. "Besides, I don't like practicing martial arts. Cooking is much more interesting."

“That’s true.” Ling Chi nodded.

There's nothing more enjoyable than cooking, especially the satisfaction of learning a new dish – it's unforgettable.

"Right!" Huang Rong chuckled. "Uncle Ling understands me the best."

“I understand, but your father doesn’t, so you can forget about ever having a dog.” Ling Chi smiled, and seeing that Xiao Huang Rong was pouting again, he said, “But all the dogs here are yours, you can play with them however you want.”

"Hehe, Uncle Ling is still the best." Huang Rong smiled and picked up a small dog: "Little Flower, let's go catch rabbits."

"Woof woof woof (Let me go, I haven't eaten yet!)"

……

Huang Rong played wildly on the island all afternoon, until she was exhausted. After dinner, she dragged Shuang'er to bed early.

Seeing Shuang'er's lifeless expression, Ling Chi wiped away a tear of bitterness: Shuang'er, you've suffered so much.

Silent all night.

Starting from the second day, Huang Rong gave up all entertainment and devoted herself to learning new recipes from Ling Chi.

She wasn't joking when she said she would learn three recipes in ten days. She possessed an extraordinary passion and talent for cooking, and this enthusiasm infected Ling Chi, who devoted himself wholeheartedly to each lesson. This was one of the reasons why Huang Rong progressed so rapidly.

"Today I'll teach you how to make a dessert—cream puffs."

This cream puff is a simple white recipe that Ling Chi and Shuang'er discovered while searching for ingredients around the world, through someone in Europe.

During those ten years of traveling the world, Ling Chi discovered hundreds of Western recipes in Europe, all of them in white. What does this mean? It means that in this world, Europeans were truly mediocre, with fewer skilled cooks than even the best chefs from Persia.

The Persian Zoroastrianism exists in this world, and it has many experts. There are seven or eight at the blue level alone, and more than a thousand at the white level, completely overwhelming the whole of Europe.

However, compared to the masters of the Song and Jin dynasties, they are nothing.

There are at least tens of thousands of white-level figures in the Song and Jin dynasties, hundreds of blue-level experts, and even a monster like Wang Chongyang, who is at the purple level.

The reason why the Ming Cult in the Central Plains of this world couldn't develop was not only due to suppression by the imperial court, but also because there were too many masters in the Central Plains. Otherwise, why wouldn't any of the Five Greats in this world be members of the Ming Cult?

The Ming Cult only grew and prospered during the Yuan Dynasty, mainly because they were wholeheartedly resisting the Yuan and won the hearts of the people. Otherwise, as an ordinary martial arts force, it would have been wiped out by the six major sects long ago.

"What is a cream puff?" This was the first time Huang Rong had ever heard of this dessert. She roughly understood what cream meant, but what did "cream puff" mean? Something to be eaten soaked in cream?

“Cream puffs are a Western dessert that originated in the Qin Dynasty. More than ten years ago, when your sister Shuang’er and I were traveling around the world, we learned how to make this dessert in the Qin Dynasty.” Ling Chi explained briefly: “This dessert is very soft and is loved by women in the Qin Dynasty. After you learn how to make it, go back and make it for your mother and your sister to try. They will definitely like it.”

Huang Rong nodded, then shook her head and said, "I will cook for Mother, but I can't be bothered with that little rascal Huang Jing."

Chapter Eighteen: The Artistic Lolita

Huang Jing, Huang Rong's younger sister, was born seven years ago. Although young, she lives up to her name, with a delicate and slender appearance, and is a highly intelligent little prodigy.

At the age of three, she had already memorized more than a hundred Tang poems. By the age of five, she could recognize more than a thousand characters and read more than a hundred volumes of books. She composed poems at the age of six and lyrics at the age of seven. She was the apple of Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng's eye.